[What he wants to do, right then, is to tell Giorno Giovanna everything. The temptation is strong to start at the beginning, a hundred years ago, and come down the line with as much as he can remember about the whole kaleidoscope of sins that Giorno's father Dio has inflicted on his family over time. He doesn't know as many of the old details as his grandfather would, being too far removed from them and never quite interested enough to pay attention in the business of family before a few months ago. He knows all of the fresh ones with diamond clarity, because too many of them are burned into his memory in a way he thinks he'll never escape.
It'd make him feel better to do it, probably. For a little while. It'll also be a lot of things that Giorno will never be able to unhear, no matter how well he copes with the knowledge of them.
I know he was a monster, he'd said. More likely than not he doesn't know the half of it.
I know where I wanted my path to diverge. That's what makes the difference — literally and figuratively.
There's a lot he could say at this point in time, and most of it, he's not going to. Maybe he will someday, slowly, in measured explanations and quiet exchanges because Giorno has the right to know if he wants to, but only if he wants to, and not because someone else decided to dump the weight of it onto him to make themselves feel better.
For now, he considers how much will be enough.]
From the neck down, the body he was using originally belonged to an ancestor of mine. My family started developing our Stands because he got his; it passed down the bloodline. The one my mom got started killing her.
There were five of us, that went after him. Six later. I don't trust Stand users when I see them because every one I've met has been trying to claim the price Dio put on my head, at least at first. It's not really a habit you break out of easily.
I wasn't in it for the family legacy shit. He was killing my mom, that was all. Then he killed some of my friends, and I was in it for that, too.
[He stops, and pauses the little story with a breath. It's not hard to see where this is going; they could probably both use that extra space to prepare for it.]
In the end it was always going to be him or me. There were a lot of moments when it was almost me.
You have the right to know that I'm the guy who killed him. It's up to you to decide what you want to do with that.
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It'd make him feel better to do it, probably. For a little while. It'll also be a lot of things that Giorno will never be able to unhear, no matter how well he copes with the knowledge of them.
I know he was a monster, he'd said. More likely than not he doesn't know the half of it.
I know where I wanted my path to diverge. That's what makes the difference — literally and figuratively.
There's a lot he could say at this point in time, and most of it, he's not going to. Maybe he will someday, slowly, in measured explanations and quiet exchanges because Giorno has the right to know if he wants to, but only if he wants to, and not because someone else decided to dump the weight of it onto him to make themselves feel better.
For now, he considers how much will be enough.]
From the neck down, the body he was using originally belonged to an ancestor of mine. My family started developing our Stands because he got his; it passed down the bloodline. The one my mom got started killing her.
There were five of us, that went after him. Six later. I don't trust Stand users when I see them because every one I've met has been trying to claim the price Dio put on my head, at least at first. It's not really a habit you break out of easily.
I wasn't in it for the family legacy shit. He was killing my mom, that was all. Then he killed some of my friends, and I was in it for that, too.
[He stops, and pauses the little story with a breath. It's not hard to see where this is going; they could probably both use that extra space to prepare for it.]
In the end it was always going to be him or me. There were a lot of moments when it was almost me.
You have the right to know that I'm the guy who killed him. It's up to you to decide what you want to do with that.